Author: undefmidi
2018
Boku no Hero characters, original story and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.
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Fate series characters, original story and everything belongs to TYPE-MOON, the owner of said series. I only own the Plot.
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Chapter 8 – Questions
That incident somewhat shook the whole school. The teachers and students alike were baffled to hear that a student had attacked, and attempted to kill another student.
It was almost unheard of.
Of course, the proper measures were taken—the offender was taken by the police, and sent to a reformatory, where they would try to change him into a better person...
After the whole ordeal, because no one told the students who were the victims, Izuku went normally to school. Saber, however, did too. She was accepted into the school after being recommended by the principal.
Of course, nobody knew her real age, since when she first pulled Caliburn of the stone, her body stopped aging, but her appearance indicated a 15-year old, more or less.
It would be weird for someone that should be in high-school to join a middle school, right? Wrong:
'Servant's Rights and Duties', page 152, Act II (19XX): "Servants from all ranks (D to S) that have a master who is enrolled at any school institutionalized under the government, have the right to enroll in the same classes as them. If the institution is private, they can issue a request to the respective establishments."
It was common sense for Servants to be with their Masters in most scenarios, so it wasn't all that weird for that to happen. However, the problem was—
"How will the class receive the news... How will Bakugo?" Izuku sighed whilst laying in his bed.
He had been wondering about those things since the day that Saber would be able to have classes with him would be in the next one. He's been anxious since. From all of the things that he thought would happen, an uproar was the least intense one... But still, hope was the last thing to die.
Therefore, how would a 13-to-be boy act on behalf of those things? He had no confidence that he would be able to calm things down, or anything similar...
"Whatever, I'll just live with it. It's not like— Wait a minute..." Izuku's light bulb was lit; he wouldn't let that inspired decision escape.
His lips troiled upwards. He didn't need to actually tell anyone she was his Servant... Maybe just hiding that fact could solve things! His mind could rest in peace after having that idea. He could have peace while studying!
...
"... And this is Izuku's Servant, Saber." The teacher nonchalantly announced while introducing her.
Izuku facepalmed mentally... and physically. He couldn't believe that the teacher had just ruined his peace-filled expectations. He didn't even have to look in order to know that the entire class was loo—glaring at him.
"Please sit in the vacant seat, which is conveniently the one beside Midoriya's," And with that, even the teacher himself had closed his ears.
"WHAT/OOF/FUCK/NANI/etc," The entire classroom was louder than a Rock show. Izuku, being the center of attention, decided to cover the head with his book... A pseudo-protection.
The unbearable rattling of countless voices directed at him brandished his mind. His red ears throbbed with irritation from all of the things directed at him.
They weren't insults, per se... They were just loud comments of disbelief and jealousy. It wasn't just the fact that she was a Servant—
"Damn you Midoriya, why did you get a cute blonde?!" A random person screamed, gaining 'Yeah!'s and nods from almost all of the boys in the room.
Izuku wasn't one good with crowds; he was overly-sensitive to comments against him.
He could barely stand Bakugo, so how could he do the same to 30-or-so kids of his age who, for some reason, were as aggressive as Bakugo himself?
And that's why—
"Come back Midoriya!" The teacher called out to the running Izuku.
Izuku's mind clicked and entered a state of desperation. He kicked the ground as hard as he could, pushing the table and chair to the ground in the process.
The momentum was so strong that he almost fell forward, but, reaching the wall close to the door, he held onto the doorframe and regained it.
Nothing could reach his ears but his heartbeat.
Izuku was getting stronger mentally, yeah, but overwhelming him wouldn't help.
"Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape, Gotta escape!!!!!" His mind screamed, repeated those words in his mind. He couldn't think in anything else.
Never before in his life was he surrounded by so many jealous glares. He was completely overpowered by them.
However, he wasn't that well-trained in running for long periods of time, so he quickly ran out of breath. His mind was so full of adrenaline, that he didn't notice the dead-end ahead of him.
"Deku... Piece of shit!" A rageful roar resounded at the back of Izuku's ears. He didn't have enough time to look; The world around him suddenly got closer, until the crispy grass protruded his skin.
The after-pain came in like a bullet and hit him. His head was mush, his hair mud. An irony taste entered his mouth...
"What kinda shit is that, Deku?! Huh?!" Bakugo locked Izuku on the ground and growled on his ear. "You get a damn 'Servant'? Is that what you call a cheap bitch you paid to make appearances?"
Bakugo pressured Izuku's head on the dirt ground.
"S... top... please..." Izuku begged, tears dampening the red-dirt below his cheeks.
Suddenly, all the pressure was gone. Bakugo was hanging on the air, his head being held by a frail-looking hand. His eyebrows were raised in confusion. He didn't react at all.
"What do you think you're doing?" A calm and composed voice reached his ears, making a chill run down his spine.
Bakugo tried to push the hand away, but it was futile. The grip was too strong for him to have any effect on it. For the first time in his life, Izuku had seen Bakugo with a desperate face.
"Let me go, fuckface!" He growled in anger... And Bakugo fell butt-first onto the ground.
He was agape. Nothing in his life had come close to this strength. Sure, his mother was something else, but this... This was uncanny.
Who could have that much strength? Who would, in their right mind, go against Bakugo?
Surely, it wouldn't be anyone to mess with...
Bakugo knew it would be someone packed with 100 pounds of muscle or someone with an amazing and overpowered quirk...
And then he turned his head around, just to see—
"What the fuck...?" Of every possibility, that was not one of them. "How the fuck did you do that, bi—"
"Shut up."
The transfer student, Izuku's Servant—Saber; the reason Bakugo tailed Izuku.
A slender-looking, blonde girl that did not have the appearance of someone with that strength. Uncanny; weird; inconceivable; unbelievable... Flames swelled inside of the ash-blonde boy, but he knew that he couldn't touch her.
Something told him not to do so.
"Are you ok, Izuku?" She kneeled down on the ground and touched the grazed cheek on Izuku's face. "Your mother will kill us, you know?"
"Heh..." Awkwardly laughing, Izuku smiled.
"Seriously... Who is that kid?" She didn't know anything about Bakugo, about what Izuku's been through.
Why did he attack Izuku? Why was Izuku so desperate?
Those questions sure swelled up in her mind, but she didn't have an answer...
"Izuku..." Saber noticed the escaping-gaze that came from him. That was the face of someone that did, or suffered something and didn't want anybody to know. "Tell me, who is that kid, and why was he being aggressive with you?"
Distressed, Izuku smiled in hopes of escaping the situation.
"Tell. Me." She imposed, not leaving any room for complaints.
Bakugo just stood there, trembling in rage, trying to find a way to do whatever he wanted, and to make that shitnerd pay for his embarrassment, even though the boy didn't do anything.
Izuku sighed. His expression weighed the atmosphere; eyes wavering in fear, and mouth quivering in hesitation.
"He—"
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